It's likes a foods library.
Who: Vincent Law, Daedalus Yumeno, Pino, and Raul Creed.
When: Sunday evening, maybe around 4pm?
Where: A grocery store.
Summary: Daedalus insists he be included in Vincent’s grocery shopping for the apartment and the pair just so happen to run into Raul Creed and Pino.
Warnings: Shenanigans probably, hopefully with no drawing of weapons or proxy mind-games.
[Vincent has just wanted some beans.
Garbanzo to be exact; they tasted great with a sweet red wine dressing.
But then Daedalus had made that face. Vincent was aware that with his long hours Daedalus had little choice but to let him do the cooking and eat whatever cold leftovers were in the fridge when he came home. It was rare for them to be home together, and awake. “Awkward” was one way to describe their current arrangement, “mildly hostile” was another term that could be applied when they were forced to sit side by side in Vincent’s red Honda Accord. (Already showing signs that its owner was woefully unfamiliar with modern driving laws.) Still Daedalus had insisted he be included in this week’s grocery shopping (something about low salt content Vincent had only half heard as he frantically searched the keys he lost at least three times a day).
So approximately ten minutes later (during which Vincent amazingly stayed in his own lane the whole time) they are at the market he favors for their low prices and fresh produce.]
So…[Vincent hazards as they approach the front door, pausing by the carts.] Do you want to push?
When: Sunday evening, maybe around 4pm?
Where: A grocery store.
Summary: Daedalus insists he be included in Vincent’s grocery shopping for the apartment and the pair just so happen to run into Raul Creed and Pino.
Warnings: Shenanigans probably, hopefully with no drawing of weapons or proxy mind-games.
[Vincent has just wanted some beans.
Garbanzo to be exact; they tasted great with a sweet red wine dressing.
But then Daedalus had made that face. Vincent was aware that with his long hours Daedalus had little choice but to let him do the cooking and eat whatever cold leftovers were in the fridge when he came home. It was rare for them to be home together, and awake. “Awkward” was one way to describe their current arrangement, “mildly hostile” was another term that could be applied when they were forced to sit side by side in Vincent’s red Honda Accord. (Already showing signs that its owner was woefully unfamiliar with modern driving laws.) Still Daedalus had insisted he be included in this week’s grocery shopping (something about low salt content Vincent had only half heard as he frantically searched the keys he lost at least three times a day).
So approximately ten minutes later (during which Vincent amazingly stayed in his own lane the whole time) they are at the market he favors for their low prices and fresh produce.]
So…[Vincent hazards as they approach the front door, pausing by the carts.] Do you want to push?